After She Could Smell Emotions, She Called Off the Wedding Chapter 08

After She Could Smell Emotions, She Called Off the Wedding Chapter 08

Nathan’s hoarse voice rasped in my ear. 

“I found you, Georgie. I knew Iceland was the first 

place you’d go. This was the trip we always talked 

about taking together.” 

His arms tightened around me. 

“You haven’t let go of me either, have you? I can 

explain everything.” 

Once, I had loved the warmth of his embrace. 

Now it only disgusted me. 

His scent was overwhelmingly sweet, and I knew 

the emotion itself was real. That only made me 

feel worse. Whatever love he felt now had come 

after years of lies and betrayal, so it no longer had 

the right to matter. 

A man who had loved Jasmine for years had 

suddenly decided he loved me more. 

The thought made my stomach turn. 

I shoved him away. 

“Don’t touch me!” 

“You think finding me here means you understand me, Nathan? Looking at you makes me sick.” 

He flinched. 

He didn’t argue. He looked down, absorbing the blow. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“I admit that I started dating you because it kept me close to Jasmine. I also admit that I never truly ended things with her.” 

When Nathan looked at me again, his eyes were 

red. 

“But people change, Georgie. Somewhere over the years, I fell in love with you without even realizing 

it.” 

“Please believe me. You’re the only one I love now.” 

For a moment, I could only stare at him. Then the 

sheer absurdity of his words made me laugh. 

“Love?” 

“Do you know how I discovered what you and Jasmine were doing?” 

His expression shifted as I continued. 

“I know this sounds strange, but I’ve been able to 

smell other people’s emotions since I was a child.” 

He stared at me, stunned. 

“The sweetness of your feelings for Jasmine was unmistakable. On her wedding day, the grief 

pouring off you was so bitter I could barely breathe.” 

“So don’t stand here and try to rewrite what 

happened.” 

Nathan looked away, defeated. 

“That wasn’t love anymore. It was obsession, fueled by the fact that she had always remained 

out of reach. Losing you shattered that obsession 

and forced me to see the truth.” 

“Georgie, you’re the only person I love. I swear.” 

I turned away, unwilling to listen to another word. 

Nathan wrapped his arms around me from behind. 

and held on, trembling. 

“Don’t go, Georgie. Please don’t leave me.” 

“Hit me, scream at me, punish me however you 

want. Just don’t leave. I’m begging you.” 

Once, his arms had been my favorite place in the 

world. 

Now they made my skin crawl. 

I tore myself free and slapped him across the 

face. 

Nathan stared at me, stunned. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

“Your touch and every word you say make me 

sick.” 

I returned to the hotel, still shaking with anger. My skin crawled with disgust, so I went straight to the 

bathroom and showered. 

Only after every trace of Nathan’s scent was gone did my nerves finally begin to settle. 

A short while later, Mia forwarded me a video of 

Jasmine crying outside Ethan’s apartment, 

begging him to let her explain. 

[Ethan has already filed for divorce. The scandal is all over social media, and she lost her job too.] 

[Serves her right.] 

I watched Jasmine’s tear–streaked face without 

feeling anything. 

She deserved every bit of it. She had known 

Nathan was engaged to me, yet she had 

continued sneaking around with him. 

In the end, she had pretended to cut him off 

because she loved me. 

What a fraud. 

She had only been afraid of being exposed and 

losing Ethan, the wealthy man she had married. 

I scoffed and walked to the floor–to–ceiling 

window. Only then did I realize Nathan was still 

standing outside. 

I watched him for a while. 

Eventually, he collapsed in the blizzard. Several 

hotel employees rushed over and called an 

ambulance. 

I closed the curtains without a second glance. 

The next morning, the front desk delivered a letter 

Nathan had sent from the hospital. 

[Georgie, I’m sorry. Please give me one more 

chance.] 

I wrote a reply and asked the front desk to send it. 

to Nathan after I checked out. 

Then I packed my things, left Iceland, and moved 

on to my next destination. 

At the hospital, Nathan received my note and 

eagerly tore open the envelope. 

The moment he read it, his face went white. 

It contained only two words. 

[Drop dead.] 

Nathan slumped back against the pillows as tears. 

fell onto the note. 

“I’m sorry…” 

“I lost you…”